When Yun bixue laughed like that, her wounds started to hurt. Her voice was no longer the same as before, and it sounded hoarse.
In fact, her throat hurt when she spoke.
However, Yun bixue told herself that this pain was nothing.
As long as he could find his parents.
The woman looked at Yun bixue and gestured with her thin, sallow hands, indicating for Yun bixue to wait while she went to get it.
Yun bixue looked at the woman's frail and limping back and felt a little guilty and remorseful. Yun bixue was not used to having such a woman take care of her, and she always felt like her heart was suffering.
But at the same time, she was grateful that she was willing to help her get water and a towel.
After a long time, the woman still didn't return. Yun bixue was actually a little worried, but she didn't know what she was worried about.
She had been sitting there quietly without moving, trying to conserve her energy.